Stones, gently being crushed by the giant's feet
awaiting the call of the heavenly ordained king
curses out of the mouth of the abominable being
unto the lord of host, the king of all kings

Faithless soldiers taking refuge behind mountains
whilst the constant noise of threat blows loudly
The self acclaimed undefeated warrior boast again
"Give me your best, and I shall give you his head"...

Deliverance arousing from an unexpected source,
Young, inquisitive and a courageous one,
Fearless as the wild lion, mighty as the night bear,
Yet humble like a hungry slave in the market square...

Running towards the giant with his old sling and undying faith
The wind of death blustering directly in the giant's face
The stones he had humbled with his brawny feet;
Are lifted up by the chosen king to destroy him......


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